HairA Poem by NeoA poem.
I never considered black
until I saw his dusty silhouette riding off into the sunset, until laughs that slithered from the throat and smiles that never quite reached the eyes. I never considered black until I fell in love with waving locks gelled to a perfect angle every morning, until pea coats and steaming mugs of tea. I never considered black until all I had left of him were memories spilled out from a thick black pen. © 2015 NeoReviews
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9 Reviews Added on December 10, 2013 Last Updated on February 27, 2015 AuthorNeoCabot Cove, MEAbouthey, i'm neo. i love reading, writing and editing stories. and pokemon. more..Writing
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